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'I can't prevent you.'
Then Tifto got up from his chair, as though he were going. 'I wish
I knew what I was going to do with myself.'
'I don't know that I can help you, Major Tifto.'
'I suppose not, my Lord. I haven't twenty pounds left in all the
world. It's the only thing that wasn't square that ever I did in
all my life. Your Lordship couldn't do anything for me? We was
very much together at one time, my Lord.'
'Yes, Major Tifto, we were.'
'Of course I was a villain. But it was only once; and your
Lordship was so rough with me! I am not saying but what I was a
villain. Think of what I did for myself by that one piece of
wickedness! Master of Hounds! Member of the club! And the horse
would have run in my name and won the Leger! And everybody knew
as your Lordship and me was together in him!' Then he burst out
into a paroxysm of tears and sobbing.
The young Lord certainly could not take the man into partnership
again, nor could he restore to him either the hounds or his club,--
or his clean hands. Nor did he know in what way he could serve the
man, except by putting his hand into his pocket,--which he did.
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